She |
A story I tell |
One day she and I played together before a thought interrupted the streams of colors and sensations. The smell of that room was a little musty, but it was a warm feeling mingling with the sounds of the harp, and the pleasant feeling of being above clouds and near the top of the highest Tree of Life I remember most. We were in another world that reminded us children of what it was like before we came here to be children.
"Our play imagined our play."
Parents thought that, but we knew the exact measurement between being the children of our parents' understanding,and being children from somewhere else. - Heart Song Stone Man 2.19.13
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